Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Empire State building. If I owned PJO, Zoe wouldn't have died, and if I owned the Empire State building, I'd sell it and be very rich, which I'm not. So.

I got this idea from my friend. It seemed pretty cool, but since I don't live in New York (or anywhere near it) and I'd prefer to stay out of juvenile detention, this was the closest I could get. Enjoy!

We had been planning it for a long time, but it was Kelly's idea in the first place. We'd all put a lot of effort into it, which was kind of silly in hindsight. I had made all the shirts, and Claire told her sister that we needed to go to the New York Public Library, about a one hour drive from our house, for a Civics project. We made the trip very early one Sunday morning.

"I'll be back in two hours. Be here." She said in front of the library.

We nodded, made a quick stop to the ladies' room to change into the t-shirts, and then we walked the several blocks to our destination: the Empire State Building.

"Are you guys sure you're ready for this?" I said.

"You bet!" Kelly said with a toss of her hair.

"Totally" Claire agreed.

We walked in together. As we approached the front desk (the lobby was not very crowded, even for a winter Sunday morning), I took several deep, calming breaths. We had designated Kelly as the speaker because of her uncanny ability to keep a straight face.

"Hello." She said. The security guard nodded a reply.

"Six hundredth floor, please. We have an audience with Zeus."

The guard rolled his eyes.

"How many times do I need to tell you kids this?" He said in a thick Bronx accent. "How long will I have to deal with kids in weird shirts carrying swords? Let me put it this way. There is no six hundredth floor. There is no Zeus. And if you don't clear out in ten seconds, I will call the cops."

We fled, giggling, as he muttered something along the lines of

"Rick Riordan owes me big."